. but I’m ... coming to my senses. Waking up to my own silliness and immaturity. I used to think that was an exclusively male condition, but I was s... wrong about that, too.”“Jess, please ... call me ... Dick. I’ve come to prefer that name now. I’m glad to see that you’re more ... open-minded now. Also, I owe you an apology ... for living a lie. I’m gay. I just needed to accept that fact. On the upside, if I hadn’t lived that lie ... we wouldn’t have these two pride and joys, would we? I don’t. You've even wanted to watch." And you almost took my head off when I suggested it," he accused."Look," she said. "Something happened. Okay ... it happened. It happened to both of us at the same time. Why is that odd? We do almost everything together. It would have been odd if it didn't happen to us together. I don't see why you're so worked up about this." I'm worked up about this because your mother turned into a lunatic down there!" he gasped. "What if it happens again? What if one day, I'm. We don’t often take photos or videos of these experiences as the other parties involved very rarely want them shown on our blog. So please forgive me that I must put in words what would be hot to see visually.I thought I would write about a recent MFM experience we had with a long time friend of mine. Mark had met him a number of years before but he and I had been friends since high-school. Mark spotted, immediately after meeting him, that he was attracted to me. I knew he had been interested. Her hips were now moving up with every touch of my tongue. Her breathing was heavy and she was moaning loudly. She begged me to give her what she needed. I sucked her inner lips in between my lips and teased them with my tongue. She was pulling my hair and her hips were gyrating wildly. Finally I slid my tongue between her lips and moved up stopping just short of her hard little clit. She was going crazy. Her pussy was swollen open and wetter than I seen it. I moved my tongue up and down always.